08-04-2008, 03:10 PM
Pure fantasy (part 1) Written by butch
Lee didn't really notice that she was widely disliked by most of the people around her. She seldom gave anyone around her more than a passing thought, so their likes and dislikes would be totally unknown to her. Lee was one of those women who never had a problem getting what she wanted. From an affluent Korean-American family, in her twenty four years she had never lacked in any material thing. She got good grades in school without having to work too hard. Most importantly (to her at least) men literally flocked around her. She was a stunning Asian beauty with chiseled features and perfect skin. She was tall and thin, but still very feminine. Her breasts were sort of small, but that didn't matter because her best feature was her stomach - and she knew it. Many hours had been spent in the gym refining a feature that was near perfect to start with. Her belly was flat, almost concave, with taut, but small muscles and a perfect oval of a navel. Even if she had not been so perfect in other respects, her belly alone would have won the notice of most of the men around her. Because of this, Lee almost always wore midriff revealing clothes, and she liked it equally well when men stared lustfully and women stared jealously at her stomach.
Lee generally moved quickly through men. She was bored easily, and she sort of got a kick out of getting men to fall for her and then abruptly ending things. She liked the feeling of power that came with getting an ex-boyfriend to plead over the phone with her to take him back. She never did, unless she thought an expensive gift might come in the bargain. Her last conquest was the most lucrative one yet. He was a young millionaire named Kent who had truly fallen for Lee. She broke his heart a half dozen times only to come back when he'd offer jewelry or fantastic trips. After the last breakup he'd bought her a Lexus with "no strings attached". Lee figured she'd bled Kent dry at that point and completely broke off contact with him despite his urgent and persistent calls.
Several weeks later Lee was still trolling fpr a replacement for Kent. One evening she was busy at home doing sets of reverse crunches on the home gym that Kent had bought her, when her front door suddenly opened. Before she could even react three men raced through and ran up to her. Two grabbed her arms, while the third held a handkerchief soaked with some drug to her face. In seconds she lost consciousness.
When Lee awoke, she was in a unfamiliar room. As her brain focused she realized that she was in what looked to be a sound stage. She could only see a few feet in front of her since a bright light shone in her face. She was still wearing the jog bra and tights that she had been exercising, but she her hands were tied high over her head to a metal frame, and a gag was tightly in her mouth. He bare toes were just touching the floor as she dangled in the frame.
Almost immediately after she woke up, three men and two women entered her circle of vision. One of them, a large white man with a greying crewcut, approached her and held something under her face. The acrid smell of ammonia made her gag and cough as she twisted her neck away. "We want to make sure that you are fully awake before we begin, " said Crewcut. "I am in a specialized business," he continued. "I sell revenge services to those people wealthy enough to afford them. My client today is a man you may know named Kent. His specific request was for us to cause you as much pain as you have caused him. Since it does not seem that you have a heart to break, we have decided that we should concentrate on breaking your body. I employ many specialists in causing the maximum amount of pain for the maximum amount of time, but Kent was specific that our efforts today be focused on the part of you that first drew him in." With that, he patted Lee's stomach.
"These people here will work as a team to slowly break you down until all that you know will be the pain you feel in your stomach. They are very good at what they do, and what's more, they will enjoy it. They will take pains to keep you alert so that you may also enjoy the experience with them."
With that, Crewcut backed off and one man and one woman approached Lee. The man was medium sized, looked Arab or Chicano and was very fit. His hands were wrapped like a boxers. The woman was white, very tall and lithe, and had cruel dark eyes and a tight black pony-tail. From the dark, Crewcut said, "Their names are Eduardo and Cheryl. Eduardo was a Latin American boxing champion in the welterweight division. Cheryl's skills will become apparent later."
Eduardo moved in front of Lee. Cheryl moved behind her and pressed her hands into Lee's back so that her stomach bowed forward and she was balanced precariously on her tiptoes. Eduardo then began peppering Lee's exposed belly with sharp jabs. Each blow brought a gasp from Lee through the gag, but none were hard enough to really hurt her. Lee was very worried though, because she knew he was holding back. Despite her vulnerable position, Lee was fit enough that she could keep her ab muscles tightened and absorb most of the blows without them sinking in. The problem was that the man did not ever let up. He just kept firing away at her with punch after punch, every once in a while throwing one that was significantly harder. She tried to gauge his rhythm in order to prepare for the hard blow, but he would not stay consistent. The stage was silent except for Eduardo's chuffing breaths and Lee's muffled gasps as her strong midriff was beaten and beaten and beaten.
This went on for several minutes and the pain in Lee's belly was beginning to increase as each punch hurt a little more than the last. She was getting winded just absorbing the punches which he was targeting up and down her stretched body. He seemed to like her upper belly, but was careful to stay below her her rib cage, but every so often you would strike a glancing blow on her lower ribs. These shots brought a new thrill of pain and she would gasp and sputter through her gag, but she had enough of her wits about her to know that if she relaxed at all, she would be in serious trouble because he did not seem like he would ever stop hitting her.
After what seemed like an eternity, but what was really only a few minutes, both Lee and Eduardo were streaming sweat. Her bowed, perfect stomach had taken on an angry red glow from top to bottom, but her fitness had held - barely. She had taken everything he had, but she was worried about the four other people in the room, especially the special skills of Cheryl whose bony fists were still crammed against her back.
As Lee struggled to regain her breath, which was difficult through her gag, she felt a momentary thrill of relief when her hands were unbound from the frame she was on. Her strength nearly gone from the abuse she had suffered at Eduardo's hands, she feel to her knees. Her relief was short lived as Eduardo and Cheryl grabbed her arms and dragged her to another apparatus This one was a metal semicircle, a little higher than waist-high. Lee was roughly shoved onto it so that her back arched with the metal and her belly was pointed straight up. Her arms and legs were pulled tightly in opposite directions and fastened to unseen hooks. The semicircle was not long enough to support her head so her neck was fully extended as her head lolled back. Another strap was placed over the underside of her jaw so that her head was pulled back even further. Lee had never felt so vulnerable. Her taut stomach was stretched so tightly that her navel was little more than a slit. Her ribcage was fully exposed and gleaming with sweat. Although Lee could now only see the legs and waists of her torturers, she did not have to see their faces to know that they intended to cause her some serious harm.
Suddenly, Cheryl's face appeared upside down in Lee's line of sight. She was leaning over Lee and smiling a tight-lipped cruel smile. "I'll bet the whole time Eddie was softening you up, you were wondering what my 'special skill' is. Well, let me demonstrate."
She moved out of Lee's gaze and Lee immediately used her little remaining strength to again tighten her abs. Even as she did so she felt an enormous, piercing pain right at her navel. Something very hard and pointed had been slammed into Lee's belly and it had just about forced all of the wind out of her. Even with the gag her guttural "UUUNNNGGGHHH" seemed to totally fill the large room with sound. Lee could not remember anything that had hurt her quite so much. While her mind reeled as she tried to get a grip on her agony. Cheryl's now broadly smiling face again appeared upside down in front of her. "If you haven't already guessed, that was my left elbow." She suddenly was gone again, but Lee heard a moment too late, "and this is my right elbow." Suddenly Lee's belly again exploded in pain as Cheryl rammed her bony joint directly into the same spot. The noise that came from Lee was the same as before, but not quite as loud as most of the air had been forced from her lungs after the first bow. Lee's eyes rolled in her head, and she nearly fainted. She had been totally unprepared for that bow and it seemed to sink completely back to her spine. Her limbs strained against her bonds as she futilely struggled to bring them up to protect herself.
Again, Cheryl's face with an even bigger grin appeared before Lee. Cheryl was holding a knife which she slipped under Lee's gag and cut through. As the gag came away, Lee strained to suck in breath and recapture her wind. Cheryl said, "There is a good chance that we progress, you will need to vomit." We did pump your stomach when you arrived, but we don't want you choking on whatever we might have missed. You see, Lee, I am an expert martial artist with a certain special ability. I know how to use the natural points of my body as very effective and very painful weapons. The irony is that the same fitness that allowed you to survive Eduardo's turn with you will be a liability with me. It will hurt worse if you try to tighten your muscles, you know how a charley horse hurts. I learned my skills in the navy, and we all thought it was fitting that I be the 'navel specialist' of our little team, so I will be concentrating on that area of your cute little belly. My advice to you is relax and just let it happen, because it is going to happen anyway."
During Cheryl's speech, Lee had fought to refill her lungs with air. But that air was soon forced out with Cheryl's next blow. If Lee could have seen what was happening to her, she would have watched Cheryl squat on her haunches and launch herself upwards into the air, only to come crashing down with all of her 125 lbs onto her pointed elbow. Cheryl had exceptionally pointy elbows, but she was very inventive with other parts of her body. Although after a few blows, Lee was unable to distinguish what was being stabbed into her navel, Cheryl used her stiff-fingered hands, her heels with spectacular flying scissors kicks, and even her own chin.
As for Lee, all she knew was pain. It was much worse than with Eduardo because it was so localized. Every blow from Cheryl landed in about a three inch square around her navel. After ignoring Cheryl's advice initially and attempting to tighten her abs, after a few blows, she could not have done so if she tried. In her mind's eye she imagined her own insides being pounded into jelly as Cheryl's appendages brutalized her belly. A couple times she passed put, but Crewcut immediately moved in with the smelling salts. "No,no," he would gently scold her. "It's not bedtime yet."
Again, this only took a few minutes, but to Lee it seems that she had been stretched on that rounded table her whole life. She didn't even recognize the hoarse groans she heard after every blow as being her own voice. When Cheryl finally stopped hitting her, the outsides of Lee's belly had faded to a rosy pink - the remnants of Eduardo's beating. The center of her stomach was blood red, and the navel that had caught the eyes of hundreds of men was now nearly swollen shut.
To be continued.
Lee didn't really notice that she was widely disliked by most of the people around her. She seldom gave anyone around her more than a passing thought, so their likes and dislikes would be totally unknown to her. Lee was one of those women who never had a problem getting what she wanted. From an affluent Korean-American family, in her twenty four years she had never lacked in any material thing. She got good grades in school without having to work too hard. Most importantly (to her at least) men literally flocked around her. She was a stunning Asian beauty with chiseled features and perfect skin. She was tall and thin, but still very feminine. Her breasts were sort of small, but that didn't matter because her best feature was her stomach - and she knew it. Many hours had been spent in the gym refining a feature that was near perfect to start with. Her belly was flat, almost concave, with taut, but small muscles and a perfect oval of a navel. Even if she had not been so perfect in other respects, her belly alone would have won the notice of most of the men around her. Because of this, Lee almost always wore midriff revealing clothes, and she liked it equally well when men stared lustfully and women stared jealously at her stomach.
Lee generally moved quickly through men. She was bored easily, and she sort of got a kick out of getting men to fall for her and then abruptly ending things. She liked the feeling of power that came with getting an ex-boyfriend to plead over the phone with her to take him back. She never did, unless she thought an expensive gift might come in the bargain. Her last conquest was the most lucrative one yet. He was a young millionaire named Kent who had truly fallen for Lee. She broke his heart a half dozen times only to come back when he'd offer jewelry or fantastic trips. After the last breakup he'd bought her a Lexus with "no strings attached". Lee figured she'd bled Kent dry at that point and completely broke off contact with him despite his urgent and persistent calls.
Several weeks later Lee was still trolling fpr a replacement for Kent. One evening she was busy at home doing sets of reverse crunches on the home gym that Kent had bought her, when her front door suddenly opened. Before she could even react three men raced through and ran up to her. Two grabbed her arms, while the third held a handkerchief soaked with some drug to her face. In seconds she lost consciousness.
When Lee awoke, she was in a unfamiliar room. As her brain focused she realized that she was in what looked to be a sound stage. She could only see a few feet in front of her since a bright light shone in her face. She was still wearing the jog bra and tights that she had been exercising, but she her hands were tied high over her head to a metal frame, and a gag was tightly in her mouth. He bare toes were just touching the floor as she dangled in the frame.
Almost immediately after she woke up, three men and two women entered her circle of vision. One of them, a large white man with a greying crewcut, approached her and held something under her face. The acrid smell of ammonia made her gag and cough as she twisted her neck away. "We want to make sure that you are fully awake before we begin, " said Crewcut. "I am in a specialized business," he continued. "I sell revenge services to those people wealthy enough to afford them. My client today is a man you may know named Kent. His specific request was for us to cause you as much pain as you have caused him. Since it does not seem that you have a heart to break, we have decided that we should concentrate on breaking your body. I employ many specialists in causing the maximum amount of pain for the maximum amount of time, but Kent was specific that our efforts today be focused on the part of you that first drew him in." With that, he patted Lee's stomach.
"These people here will work as a team to slowly break you down until all that you know will be the pain you feel in your stomach. They are very good at what they do, and what's more, they will enjoy it. They will take pains to keep you alert so that you may also enjoy the experience with them."
With that, Crewcut backed off and one man and one woman approached Lee. The man was medium sized, looked Arab or Chicano and was very fit. His hands were wrapped like a boxers. The woman was white, very tall and lithe, and had cruel dark eyes and a tight black pony-tail. From the dark, Crewcut said, "Their names are Eduardo and Cheryl. Eduardo was a Latin American boxing champion in the welterweight division. Cheryl's skills will become apparent later."
Eduardo moved in front of Lee. Cheryl moved behind her and pressed her hands into Lee's back so that her stomach bowed forward and she was balanced precariously on her tiptoes. Eduardo then began peppering Lee's exposed belly with sharp jabs. Each blow brought a gasp from Lee through the gag, but none were hard enough to really hurt her. Lee was very worried though, because she knew he was holding back. Despite her vulnerable position, Lee was fit enough that she could keep her ab muscles tightened and absorb most of the blows without them sinking in. The problem was that the man did not ever let up. He just kept firing away at her with punch after punch, every once in a while throwing one that was significantly harder. She tried to gauge his rhythm in order to prepare for the hard blow, but he would not stay consistent. The stage was silent except for Eduardo's chuffing breaths and Lee's muffled gasps as her strong midriff was beaten and beaten and beaten.
This went on for several minutes and the pain in Lee's belly was beginning to increase as each punch hurt a little more than the last. She was getting winded just absorbing the punches which he was targeting up and down her stretched body. He seemed to like her upper belly, but was careful to stay below her her rib cage, but every so often you would strike a glancing blow on her lower ribs. These shots brought a new thrill of pain and she would gasp and sputter through her gag, but she had enough of her wits about her to know that if she relaxed at all, she would be in serious trouble because he did not seem like he would ever stop hitting her.
After what seemed like an eternity, but what was really only a few minutes, both Lee and Eduardo were streaming sweat. Her bowed, perfect stomach had taken on an angry red glow from top to bottom, but her fitness had held - barely. She had taken everything he had, but she was worried about the four other people in the room, especially the special skills of Cheryl whose bony fists were still crammed against her back.
As Lee struggled to regain her breath, which was difficult through her gag, she felt a momentary thrill of relief when her hands were unbound from the frame she was on. Her strength nearly gone from the abuse she had suffered at Eduardo's hands, she feel to her knees. Her relief was short lived as Eduardo and Cheryl grabbed her arms and dragged her to another apparatus This one was a metal semicircle, a little higher than waist-high. Lee was roughly shoved onto it so that her back arched with the metal and her belly was pointed straight up. Her arms and legs were pulled tightly in opposite directions and fastened to unseen hooks. The semicircle was not long enough to support her head so her neck was fully extended as her head lolled back. Another strap was placed over the underside of her jaw so that her head was pulled back even further. Lee had never felt so vulnerable. Her taut stomach was stretched so tightly that her navel was little more than a slit. Her ribcage was fully exposed and gleaming with sweat. Although Lee could now only see the legs and waists of her torturers, she did not have to see their faces to know that they intended to cause her some serious harm.
Suddenly, Cheryl's face appeared upside down in Lee's line of sight. She was leaning over Lee and smiling a tight-lipped cruel smile. "I'll bet the whole time Eddie was softening you up, you were wondering what my 'special skill' is. Well, let me demonstrate."
She moved out of Lee's gaze and Lee immediately used her little remaining strength to again tighten her abs. Even as she did so she felt an enormous, piercing pain right at her navel. Something very hard and pointed had been slammed into Lee's belly and it had just about forced all of the wind out of her. Even with the gag her guttural "UUUNNNGGGHHH" seemed to totally fill the large room with sound. Lee could not remember anything that had hurt her quite so much. While her mind reeled as she tried to get a grip on her agony. Cheryl's now broadly smiling face again appeared upside down in front of her. "If you haven't already guessed, that was my left elbow." She suddenly was gone again, but Lee heard a moment too late, "and this is my right elbow." Suddenly Lee's belly again exploded in pain as Cheryl rammed her bony joint directly into the same spot. The noise that came from Lee was the same as before, but not quite as loud as most of the air had been forced from her lungs after the first bow. Lee's eyes rolled in her head, and she nearly fainted. She had been totally unprepared for that bow and it seemed to sink completely back to her spine. Her limbs strained against her bonds as she futilely struggled to bring them up to protect herself.
Again, Cheryl's face with an even bigger grin appeared before Lee. Cheryl was holding a knife which she slipped under Lee's gag and cut through. As the gag came away, Lee strained to suck in breath and recapture her wind. Cheryl said, "There is a good chance that we progress, you will need to vomit." We did pump your stomach when you arrived, but we don't want you choking on whatever we might have missed. You see, Lee, I am an expert martial artist with a certain special ability. I know how to use the natural points of my body as very effective and very painful weapons. The irony is that the same fitness that allowed you to survive Eduardo's turn with you will be a liability with me. It will hurt worse if you try to tighten your muscles, you know how a charley horse hurts. I learned my skills in the navy, and we all thought it was fitting that I be the 'navel specialist' of our little team, so I will be concentrating on that area of your cute little belly. My advice to you is relax and just let it happen, because it is going to happen anyway."
During Cheryl's speech, Lee had fought to refill her lungs with air. But that air was soon forced out with Cheryl's next blow. If Lee could have seen what was happening to her, she would have watched Cheryl squat on her haunches and launch herself upwards into the air, only to come crashing down with all of her 125 lbs onto her pointed elbow. Cheryl had exceptionally pointy elbows, but she was very inventive with other parts of her body. Although after a few blows, Lee was unable to distinguish what was being stabbed into her navel, Cheryl used her stiff-fingered hands, her heels with spectacular flying scissors kicks, and even her own chin.
As for Lee, all she knew was pain. It was much worse than with Eduardo because it was so localized. Every blow from Cheryl landed in about a three inch square around her navel. After ignoring Cheryl's advice initially and attempting to tighten her abs, after a few blows, she could not have done so if she tried. In her mind's eye she imagined her own insides being pounded into jelly as Cheryl's appendages brutalized her belly. A couple times she passed put, but Crewcut immediately moved in with the smelling salts. "No,no," he would gently scold her. "It's not bedtime yet."
Again, this only took a few minutes, but to Lee it seems that she had been stretched on that rounded table her whole life. She didn't even recognize the hoarse groans she heard after every blow as being her own voice. When Cheryl finally stopped hitting her, the outsides of Lee's belly had faded to a rosy pink - the remnants of Eduardo's beating. The center of her stomach was blood red, and the navel that had caught the eyes of hundreds of men was now nearly swollen shut.
To be continued.